Grief Poem 124 Dayenu: It Would Have Been Enough by R.L. Nona If we had been given one more year to watch the sun set on the far mountains, float on our backs in salt ponds shaded by ancient willows that protest the weight of their leaves, and hold each other close as the seasons […]
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Summer’s End STORY BY TATUM SCHROEDER In my youth, summer swept in She planted a flower for me over yonder On the hill where I watch for the dawn— Where bleached bliss and sanitized memories will one day ponder. In those days the sun was bright No fear of famine or drought No
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When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give to them What you need to give to me. I
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Grief Poem 124 Dayenu: It Would Have Been Enough by R.L. Nona If we had been given one more year to watch the sun set on the far mountains, float on our backs in salt ponds shaded by ancient willows that protest the weight of their leaves, and hold each other close as the seasons
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March Winds You are gone and I have shed many tears I think of you as I face my fears Feeling as though I don’t belong What happened to our life song I feel the March winds blowing through the trees The bitter icy cold brings me to my knees Nothing will ever be the
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